|Hawk and Awe|
|Hawk and pigeon (Better photo linked below)|
See? I'm doing it now.
Earlier, I watched the red-tailed hawk in Tompkins Square Park tear feathers from a dead pigeon he had clutched in his right claw. He rained feathers on the humans assembled below him. In response, the humans held their phones aloft trying to snap good pics. My lame pic is above. I wish I could be my essential Julie nature as easily as this hawk is a hawk.
The hawk's mate was in an adjacent tree, but higher. He kept vocalizing to her--at least that was the general consensus of the humans--but she wouldn't come down. I was in awe of the whole thing. We rarely get to see such dramatic examples of the natural world at work here, unless its squirrels or pigeons fighting over the same bread crumbs, an occasional sick rat stumbling out of its hole for water.
And before this, I paid one penny for this painting of a penny at Culturefix.
Leg wear: Striped leggings that took me to yoga and back
Inspiration: The hawk being a hawk, my co-blogger
Goal for the week: Deep and deliberate breathe